I want to think over this splendid news and I have not much time left to do it.' That was Almira Carson all over.

Fred was the apple of her eye.

She was seventy-five years of age and had not a grey hair in her head, they tell me." "By the way, that reminds me--I found a grey hair this morning--my very first," said Mrs.Blythe.
"I have noticed that grey hair for some time, Mrs.Dr.dear, but I did not speak of it.

Thought I to myself, 'She has enough to bear.' But now that you have discovered it let me remind you that grey hairs are honourable." "I must be getting old, Gilbert." Mrs.Blythe laughed a trifle ruefully.

"People are beginning to tell me I look so young.